Diplomats - Get Use To This lyrics
rate me[Intro]<br />
Let's do it man<br />
(I'm so bad!!!)<br />
I'm in the building<br />
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[J.R. Writer]<br />
Yo, I started the starters, and fathered the fathers who fathered<br />
I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered<br />
I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target<br />
From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless<br />
Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans<br />
Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram <br />
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand <br />
Shit! D12, don't even know the name of my band <br />
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the bake<br />
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate<br />
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake<br />
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's <br />
Ouhh yea hun, does them old Air 1's<br />
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none <br />
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums<br />
No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair from<br />
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you<br />
A picture in picture, just picture this picture I paint you<br />
I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an angle<br />
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels<br />
I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads <br />
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see<br />
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like truancy<br />
So give me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed<br />
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[Chorus 2x]<br />
Excuse the Dip (Please)<br />
We moving bitch (Move)<br />
We the truth, we the proof, get use to this (Yup)<br />
Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)<br />
That's the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea)<br />
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[J.R. Writer]<br />
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain<br />
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game<br />
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk<br />
I don't mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain <br />
Look J is built, to let the .80 tilt<br />
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed <br />
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill<br />
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby milk <br />
When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad <br />
That mean lay in the bag, like some haters that I had<br />
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shit<br />
I aint talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad <br />
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please <br />
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds <br />
I hit the philippines, then cross river seas<br />
Whole sea for a week, where I don't feel a breeze<br />
So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw<br />
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw<br />
But I asked them more, give some head in the bed<br />
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door<br />
Just face it my nig, you can't stay with the kid<br />
I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig<br />
They just hate how I live, 'cause the only time <br />
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib<br />
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[Chorus 2x]<br />
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(I'm so bad!!!)
